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It's still early when Iker wakes up, lying on his side and first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtain and he yawns, looking around he frowns when he sees objects he can't place and when he feels an arm around his waist that tightens his hold around him he freezes. As careful as he can he cranes his neck to look at the stranger he obviously spend the night with but no matter how he tries, he can't get a good view. Feeling the arm move around his waist again, he takes a deep breath before he pulls up the blanket and sees the unmistakable tattoo sleeve that belongs to Fabio but also relieved both are still wearing boxers.
Fuck
He has always admired the Frenchman ever since he started getting results in MotoGP, watching him closely and studying him on footage ever since he learned he would move up to the masterclass too. It was a dream come true when Fabio suddenly started giving him tips in Valencia and he even allowed him to shadow him on track so he could learn from him.
"Morning." he hears sleepily.
Being pulled back against a solid chest, he feels lips press a kiss against his shoulderblade.
"Morning." Iker says, something in his voice making Fabio frown and he leans up, craning his neck to look at his bed partner.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, just....."
There appears a blush on the Spanish riders cheeks and Fabio chuckles, resting his chin on the younger's shoulder.
"You remember anything from last night?"
Iker just shakes his head, images of him and Fabio blurred.
"Doesn't surprise me, you were pretty drunk."
"I was?" Iker says, eyes getting wide, "can't even remember the last time I was drunk. I hope I didn't make too much of an ass of myself."
"You didn't, it turns out you are very.....affectionate when you are." Fabio says and smirks.
The blush only deepens and he tries to cover his face with the blanket but Fabio takes his hand and stops him.
"It's ok, really."
"Did something....."
"Happen?"
Iker nods and looks at Fabio questioningly.
"No. You tried, more than once and it was very difficult to say no to you but eventually, I managed to.....calm you down and suddenly you fell asleep on me, so, here we are."
"Right, I'm really sorry about that."
"It's ok, the bed is big enough for two."
"No not that, I mean.....for trying to get it on with you."
"I was flattered, and as I said, you were drunk and even tho it was difficult, I wouldn't take advantage of you like that, that's not me, and I also didn't know if it was the alcohol talking or not."
The way Fabio says it and looks at him makes Iker tilt his head to the side and he smiles.
"What if I told you it wasn't?"
"Then I would ask you if you are sure."
"And what if I am?"
There falls a silence between them, the two riders looking at each other and Fabio leans up closer, Iker's eyes flickering to the other's lips briefly and it is enough for Fabio to lean down and kiss the other. It's deep and urgent, yet also fierce and passionate, the action causing for a fire to ignite inside the younger and he slips his fingers in blond hairs, cupping the back of Fabio's head to prevent him from going far when they have to break the kiss for air.
Fabio leans in again, kissing soft skin, neck, shoulder, collarbone, tongue dragging over a nipple and sucking it till its hard before he repeats the process with the other nipple. Having settled between his legs, Fabio feels the fingers of the other hand in his hairs too, sinking lower and kissing muscles, he feels them twitch under his lips. Feeling fingers pull him back up, he follows the same path when he was going down and when his teeth graze the skin of Iker's neck, the younger shivers. Fabio smiles and nudges his cheek before softly tugging his earlobe with his teeth.
"What do you want?"
"You..."
"Good, but I need to know how far you want to go...I don't want to do anything you don't want," Fabio says and leans back slightly to look at him," I don't want you to regret anything we did."
Iker looks away, pressing his lips in a tight line and he frowns, obviously being shy to talk about this topic and the blush returns and Fabio thinks it's adorable.
"We don't have to do anything, we can just.....lie here and kiss and touch a bit."
Iker turns his face and looks at Fabio, honesty in his eyes and he smiles relieved, cupping the Frenchman's cheek but there is something in the Spanish rider's eyes that makes Fabio frown.
"What is it?" the Frenchman asks.
"Nothing."
"Yes, there is, tell me."
"I just, I wonder sometimes.....how it....would feel....you know...."
"No, I don't," Fabio says," how what would feel?"
Iker says nothing, teeth worry his lip before his eyes move to Fabio's lips and he feels the slightest twitch in the younger's cock and he raises an eyebrow.
"You don't have too....." he starts but Fabio shakes his head.
"Don't have to what?" he says and smirks, having a feeling what the youngers wants, "you want me to jerk you off?"
Iker looks away, the slightest shake of his head and Fabio almost misses it but it's there.
"Ok, not that then," Fabio says and he leans in to press soft kisses against the skin just below his ear, "you want me to suck you off? Is that it? You want my lips around your cock, my tongue curling and licking the crown and drag over the tip? Take you in so deep and suck hard?"
Placing meaning behind his words, Fabio drags his hips over Iker's, feeling a rock hard cock beneath the younger's boxers and he smiles.
"Say it, say the words." he says while he keeps rubbing Iker's cock.
"I want you to suck me off." it sounds broken.
Fabio smirks and kisses him again deep and passionate before he sinks down again, littering the skin with butterfly kisses and once he reaches his destination, he looks up through his eyelashes, seeing bark brown watching him, eyes following every move his hand makes while he pushes his boxers off his hips and down his legs. Dropping it next to the bed and retaking his place between the younger's legs again. curling his fingers around the base, Fabio makes sure Iker has a good view when he licks a stripe up from the base to tip, following the vein on the underside before he curls around the tip and drags through the slit. Iker bites his lower lip, resting back on his elbows and hips arching slightly off the bed when Fabio wraps his lips around the crown, tongue pushing away the foreskin and stroking his most sensitive place feeling Iker shiver from pleasure but the younger keeps watching.
"You like to watch?" Fabio murmurs.
Iker just nods, being mesmerized by the sight of Fabio sinking down on him, the feeling of heat surrounding him and a soft tongue that keeps rubbing the underside. Fabio moves a hand lower and he weighs his balls on his palm, softly massaging it and moaning around him.
"Oh god...."
Iker tries with all his might to keep watching, hands fisting the sheet and hips arching up, his tip touching the back of Fabio's throat but instead of gagging, the Frenchman just relaxes his muscles and swallows him, throat flexing and unflexing around the tip having Iker jerk, head falling back and eyes closed now.
"Uhhh so close....." he breaths.
Fabio moves up a little, curling his free hand around the base and loosely jerking him off while he keeps sucking him, hollowing his cheeks and dragging his tongue through the slit. It's enough to have the younger cum down his throat, Fabio swallowing everything he has to give and sucking him dry. Releasing him with a plop, Fabio moves over a shuddering body, littering it with kisses before he seals their lips in another deep kiss. Fabio's erection pressing prominently against Iker's hip and the younger surprises the Frenchman when he manages to push him over on his back and curls his fingers around him but Fabio curls his around Iker's.
"You don't have to...."
"I want too, I just..."
Fabio just smiles reassuring and tightens his hold over Iker's hand a bit more before he starts to move it up and down slowly. The only sounds heard in the room is the shallow breathing of both, Fabio moving his hand a bit faster.
"Keeps this rhythm." he says.
Iker barely has the time to nod before Fabio cups his cheek and pulls him into a kiss, pulling the younger over him while he arches his hips upwards, seeking his own release and when it cums, Fabio breaks the kiss to groan, Iker making use of it to look at his hand, still curled around Fabio's cock that is now leaking cum, feeling it on his fingers. The Spaniard watching it curiously while he brings it closer to his face, tongue tentative darting out and licking up a bit, being watched by Fabio who bites his lip but when Iker scrunches up his nose he laughs.
"Sorry." the younger apologizes.
"It's ok, I know it's not really tasty."
"Then why....."
"Did I swallow yours?"
Iker just nods while Fabio grabs a cloth and cleans himself up.
"Because it's not my first time and I know how to turn off myself for the taste of it."
Fabio takes Iker's hand and cleans that up too before he lies back down again.
"You ok?" he asks.
Iker nods, smile on his lips and just when he wonders what is going to happen now, Fabio gestures for him to come closer.
"Come here."
Iker lies down, cheek resting on Fabio's shoulder and relaxing into the Frenchman, feeling lips press a kiss against his temple.
"Get some more sleep."